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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.