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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.