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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.