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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.