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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.