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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.