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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
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,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.