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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.