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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.