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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.