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 India and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.