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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.