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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.