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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.