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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.