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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.