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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.