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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Flipper,
X-102,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.