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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.