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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.