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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.