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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.