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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.