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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.