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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.