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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.