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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.