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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.