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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.