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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.