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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
a-ha,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.