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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 grime 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 snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.