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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.