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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.