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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.