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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.