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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 a linndrum and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.