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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.