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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.