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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.