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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.