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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.