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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.