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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.