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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.