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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.