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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.