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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.