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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.