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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.