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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.