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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.