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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.