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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.