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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.