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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Urselle,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.