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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.