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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.