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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.