Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
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You don't know what you really want.
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