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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.