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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.