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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.