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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Faust,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.