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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Swans,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.