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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.