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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.