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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.