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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Wake,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.