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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Lyres,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.