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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.