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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.