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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.