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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Can,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.