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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.