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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.