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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.