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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.