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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.