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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Move,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.