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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.