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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
AZ,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.