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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.