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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.