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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Scientists,
10cc,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.