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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.