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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Urselle,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.