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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.