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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin 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?
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.