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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.