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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Blancmange,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.