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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Fear,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.