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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Kinks,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.