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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.