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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.