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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Lungfish,
AZ,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.