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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.