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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.