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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.