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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.