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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.