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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.