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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.