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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.