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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
June of 44,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.