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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.