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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.