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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Cure,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.