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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.