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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.