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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.