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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.