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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.