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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.