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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.