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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.