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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.