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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.