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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.