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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.