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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.