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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.