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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.