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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Standells,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.