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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.