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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.