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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.