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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.