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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.