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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.