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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.