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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.