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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.