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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.