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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.