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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.