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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.