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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.