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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.