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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.