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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.