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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
UT,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.