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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.