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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.