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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Nas,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.