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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.