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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.