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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba 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?
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.