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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.