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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.