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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.