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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
MDC,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.