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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.