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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.