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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.