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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.