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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.