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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.