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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.