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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Franke,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.