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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.