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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.