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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.