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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.