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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Liliput,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.