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 New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.