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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.