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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.