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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Franke,
cv313,
The Sound,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Busters,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.