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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.