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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.