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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.