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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Japan,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.