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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
New Order,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.