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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.