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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.