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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.