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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.