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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.