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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.