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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.