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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.