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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.