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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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 Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.