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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.