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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.