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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.