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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.