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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.