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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.