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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.