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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.