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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.