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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.