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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Index,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.