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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.