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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.