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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.