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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.