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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.