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 Rwanda 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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.