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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.