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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.