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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Television,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.