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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.