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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.