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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.