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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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 Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.