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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.