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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.