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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.
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.