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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
the Germs,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.