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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.