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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.