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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.