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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.