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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.