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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.