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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.