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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.