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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Can,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.