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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Nas,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.