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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
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.