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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.