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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.