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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
the Germs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.