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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.