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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.