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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.