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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.