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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.