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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.