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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.