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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.