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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.