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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.