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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.