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 Oman and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.