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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.