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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.