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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
ABC,
New Order,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.