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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.