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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.