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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.