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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.