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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 David McCallum to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.