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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.