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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.