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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.