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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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 Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.