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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.