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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.