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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Fear,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.