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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
MC5,
X-102,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.