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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.