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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.