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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.