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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.