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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.