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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.