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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.