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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.