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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Busters,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.