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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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 Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.