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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Busters 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.