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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flag to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.