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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Technova,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.