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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Nas,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.