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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.