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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 UT to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.