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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.