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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
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The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.