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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.