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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.