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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.