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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.