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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.