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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.