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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Interpol,
EPMD,
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.