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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.