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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.