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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.