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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.