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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Index,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Victims,
ABC,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.