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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.