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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.