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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.