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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
ABC,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.