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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.