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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.