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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.