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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.