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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.