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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Names,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.