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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.