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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.