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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.