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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.