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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.