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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.