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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.