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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.