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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.