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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.