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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.