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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.