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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.