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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Brick,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Can,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.