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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Flipper,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.