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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.