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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.