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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.