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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.