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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.