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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.