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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.