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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.