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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.