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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Technova,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.