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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Q65,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.