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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.