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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.