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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
ABBA,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.