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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.