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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.