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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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 Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.