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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.