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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Faust,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Franke,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.