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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.