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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.