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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Smog,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Television,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.