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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Wire,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.