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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.