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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.