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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.