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 France and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.