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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.