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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.