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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.