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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.