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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.