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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.