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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.