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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.