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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.