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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.