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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.