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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.