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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
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You don't know what you really want.