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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.