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 Romania and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.