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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.