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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Can,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.