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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Liliput,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.