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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.