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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.