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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.