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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.