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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Nico,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.