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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Slave,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.