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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Magma,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.