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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.