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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.