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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.