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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.