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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.