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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.