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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.