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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Echospace,
Flipper,
MC5,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.