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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.