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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.