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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.