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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.