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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
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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.