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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.