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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Evens,
The Index,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Television,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.