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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Suicide,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.