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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.