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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.