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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.