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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.