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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Ituana,
Pole,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.