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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.