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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
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.