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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.