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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
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.