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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.