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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.