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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.