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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.