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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.