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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.