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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.