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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.