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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.