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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.