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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.