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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.