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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.