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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.