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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.