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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.