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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.