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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Ludus,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Gong,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.