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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mars to the funk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.