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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
X-102,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.