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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.