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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.