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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.