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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.