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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.