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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.