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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.