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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.