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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.