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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.