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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.