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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.