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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.