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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.