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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.