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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.