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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.