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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.