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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.