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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.