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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.