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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.