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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.