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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.