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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.