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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.