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 France and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Hoover,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.