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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.