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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.