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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.