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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.