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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.