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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.