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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.