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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.