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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.