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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.