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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.