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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.