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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.