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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.