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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.