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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.