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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.