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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.