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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.