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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.