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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.