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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.