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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.