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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.