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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.