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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.