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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.