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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Roxette,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Wire,
New Order,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.