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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.