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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Slackers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.