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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.