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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.