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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Nas,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.