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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.