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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
JFA,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.