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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
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 Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
JFA,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.