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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.