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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.