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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.