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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.