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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
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.