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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.