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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
MDC,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Oblivians,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.