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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.