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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Gories,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.