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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.