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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.