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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.