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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.