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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.