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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.