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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.