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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.