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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.