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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.