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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Faust to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.