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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.