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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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?
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.