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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.