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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.