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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.