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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.