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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.