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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.