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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.