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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.