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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.