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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.