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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.