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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Smog,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Move,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.