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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.