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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.