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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Urselle,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.