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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.