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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.