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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.