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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.