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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.
You don't know what you really want.