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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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?
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.